Peregrine falcons, we do be,
Mister and Missus, mated pair.
We've got a nest of family
Way up on high for whom we care.
We're fastest animal of all,
Two hundred miles per hour is
Reported speed of a dive fall
When we're in midst of hunting biz.
We two have chosen the Midwest,
An urban area we found,
Built our skyscraper nest,
Below, human folks all around.
Look upward, you may see us swoop
As we fly o'er Chicago Loop.
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